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“Please,” Cuervo whispered. “My boys are hungry. I did it for them.”

Tex knelt, meeting his eyes. “Hunger doesn’t burn cradles. You chose the wolf’s road. Now walk it to the end.” “Please,” Cuervo whispered

El Cuervo fled up the mesa.

Tex slid from his saddle, thumbs hooked in his belt. “You forget my Navajo blood, Cuervo. I’ve tracked rattlers meaner than you.” “Hunger doesn’t burn cradles

What followed was not a gunfight, but a reckoning. Tex moved like canyon wind. His first shot sent a rifle spinning. His second pinned a man’s sombrero to a cactus. By the time the echoes faded, four men lay disarmed or groaning in the dirt. Tex slid from his saddle, thumbs hooked in his belt

He was tracking a ghost: El Cuervo, a renegade who had burned three homesteads and left a trail of crosses instead of graves.

At dusk, Tex found the Mesa del Diablo. And waiting for him there, silhouetted against the firelight, were five riders.